everything goes away in the end

my memories splatter on my window,
in drops of rain they cry, as i look away,
and as the drops climb down the glass, so do tears
smudging up the grey visions of the past

the rain is falling but its never wet,
its always hot but its never warm
like cold lava, i am turning into rocks
so indifferent, so hard

my tears run like backwaters now, momentary relapses of the past,
merging in consummation into the river of daily oblivion